The Shelter | Jikook
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Last published Thu, Apr 16, 2020
"Do i really have to wear them?"
Jungkook's eyes stared in disbelieve as his hands nervously fondled the black hairband, fingers slowly grazing the soft lace of the bunny ears that were attached to it.
Namjoon looked at him unimpressed as he chewed on the gum in his mouth. "it's part of your work uniform. That's basically what this whole thing is about"
The manager smirked proudly as he raised his hands to emphazise his words, catching the attention of a few other workers in the room who were getting ready for their next shift.
A bundle of furry ears, collars and even some tails attatched to their costumes.
"Listen, you can back out now if you want but once you step out of this dressing room there's no turning back, got it?"
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He did it for the money.
At least that's what jeon jungkook told everyone when they asked him about why he started working at "The Shelter", an infamous underground facility only visited by korea's highly regarded business men and women.
When he first heard of the exclusive club he never would've guessed that he stepped into a society that was ruled by drugs, money and all sorts of abstract desires.
He also didn't know that he would slowly gain the attention of park jimin, son of a rich chaebol who had a thing for helpless bunnies.
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